Rainy Days ~One Direction~
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"It's still raining. Where is Harry?" Becca asked. She looked out the window with concern. The scent of shampoo, hair grease, and cheese noodles consumed the room. Ginger put the cup of noodles down and stared at her sister. "Probably out with the others." Becca sighed and curled up under her blanket.
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